Spring! Finally!!

Spring has arrived at last in the Upper Midwest. Thanks and praise to God above! Sunshine! Warmth (well 57 feels warm at this point)! I can stop putting off my spring planting! Yay! This must be counter-pointed by the fact that last Friday, May the third, we had a snow/sleet mix. And last Thursday wet slushy snow. And last Wednesday, May the first, we put out May baskets in the rain. So, even though May usually has higher temps than 50, I'm enjoying my nice warm spring. Hee hee!

Lips

I haven't seen this show in about fifteen years or something, but I woke up with this going round in my head this morning.

You Might be Potty Training if...

you find yourself visually examining that pants of those in line ahead of you for wetness.

Nausea

Finally revealed, how pro-abortion men actually feel about women

He Really IS the Bestest

I used to feel sorry for myself because my husband doesn't do romantic stuff.  He doesn't write me poems.  He has given me flowers exactly twice in the fifteen years we've been together, which is probably my fault as both times were awkward to the extreme and got him nowhere fast.  And he doesn't surprise me with anything, well, ever really.

But, and this but is so important, I have come to the conclusion that as captivating as romance can be, it is mostly bunk.  Basing marriage on the romantic satisfaction of adults rather than commitment and family has been a nearly unmitigated disaster as most anyone who grew up in the last third of the twentieth century can attest.  Once the excitement fades, the happy couple are left with home repairs and bills and cat sick on the area rug.  It is impossible to sustain romantic feelings in the long term.  However, in the long term the patient are rewarded with a deeper intimacy far more satisfying than blustery romance.

Case in point- I know that my husband asks me for a sweater every year, but doesn't really want one and never wears the ones he has because they always make him too warm.  And I know that although he loves to read about homesteading and self-sufficiency, he will always live in the city and shop at grocery stores. And my husband has paid enough attention to me over the years to learn that I don't wear jewelry. He also knows that I collect oil lamps, and the types I like most. But the deepest, most paying attention-y thing he has ever done for me was to give me a rolling pin hanger and dish cloths this Christmas.

You see, this is really special because it means he noticed that I needed new dish rags.  And he knew which kind I like.  That he spontaneously bought them for me and searched out the right ones shows that he cares about, and observes the day to day.  It means he really understands me.  And that is a better, more lasting romance than all the long stemmed roses he could ever bring me.

Merry Christmas!!!!!

Does it seem like there's something  odd about this nativity scene?

Random Thought

No one should ever, under any circumstances give a full sized candy cane to any child younger than eight.